I walked Kitty home. She was never going to be hurt like that again. She limped along holding her frail body like she could fall apart at any second. A stared at her with sorrow filling my heart. Why would someone do this? I shook my head. That doesn't matter as long as it never happens again. Anyone that looked at as while we were walking I would glare at. The people's eyes would widen and then they would look away. I smirked every time this happened as I know I had done a successful job. Why hasn't anyone else started to protect her?
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Forgotten Smiles
RomanceSmile- a pleased, kind, or amused facial expression, typically with the corners of the mouth turned up and the front teeth exposed Smiling, something she forgot how to do
